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The extra weight of the girl definitely slowed Jaemin down despite her being as light as a feather.
" It should be somewhere here.." he mumbled. Running as much as his legs could carry him, beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead.
The andrenaline he had always loved pumping through his veins as he felt the thrill of it all.
Chaeyoung watched as he ran, his palms that held her thighs turning sweaty, watching how his face held no emotions, his hair messed up while his eyes concentrated on the surroundings ahead.
The girl's eyes trailed over his features, sharp jawline, dark brown eyes, his bangs that covered his eyes slightly.
Then she looked behind, the figure was closer now, about a meter away. She felt bad that she wasn't putting an effort into running, instead, she had someone else carry her.
Weak.
That word had always been the word that chanted in her head, getting bullied everytime didn't help, constantly being pushed around and called names.
" She probably got disowned cause she is a disappointment." people would conclude, without even knowing the truth.
Unknowingly, a solemn tear trickled down her cheek and falling onto the boy's arm as her chin rested on his shoulder.
" Are you really crying angel?" he said, not slowing his speed, his legs were sore but he ignored the pain, allowing it to be just something that was common to him.
When it came to Jaemin, his instincts were the best, the slightest sound would always be heard by him, it was also why he was one of the best in the gang.
His senses were strong, working 24/7, even without turning back he can tell how far the man was from him, just by listening to the sound of footsteps.
" I swear, sometimes I wish I could blink like Jisung." he sighed tiredly, thinking about how the youngest could just teleport whenever he wanted to. ( yk the reference ;) )
Jaemin's ears perked up, hearing the man behind him reaching out to take something, which he immediately knew.
" Aren't you tired?" Chaeyoung asked the sweaty boy, as he looked straight ahead with the same expression, full of void.
" Shut up ang-" he stopped mid sentence as he jumped to the side, Chaeyoung's eyes widening as a dagger flew right by her ear.
" He's really asking for it huh?" Jaemin mumbled to himself, finally turning a corner and spotting his motorcycle. He quickly placed Chaeyoung down, taking out a dagger from his pocket and throwing it at the hooded man as he turned the corner, the dagger directly hitting his throat.
" Now that's how you do it." He spoke proudly, walking back to the wide-eyed girl who had her jaw dropped. " Close your mouth a fly might go in." He said lazily as he put his helmet on, giving the girl another.
They hopped on the motorcycle, Chaeyoung mind whirling in fear, but what choice did she even have now? Jaemin started the engine, about to start moving but he grabbed the girl's hands, placing it around his waist gently.
" Hang on tight angel."
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